anyway i started working on that horror at red hook screenplay because it felt right to really explore the innate racism in america by looking at a cult story by a cult white guy that white guys with beards that don’t do sports get into, but i got distracted by my I Scream for Ice Cream screenplay.

Still, i had wanted to go to a lovecraft film festival, and low and behold, in the portland free papers was a lovecraft film festival. so i went.

i was clearly out of my league for cthulhu lovers. there were a lot of tentacles. i’m not sure how seriously everyone took it.

i saw some shorts. some of them were good.

and like everything else i have done this week, i pretty much ghosted. i did talk to some lovecrafters. i’m going to listen to these (very expensive) radio dramas.

i did have a hangover from all of that sports watching on saturday.

Children of the Corn is way too fucking scary to watch when one lives by oneself and is going to drive around america alone. NOPE.

basically a rip off of every adventure movie–think a lot of speilburg, particularly Raiders, some gremlins, throw in a little Star Wars. Still, fun and well produced. too bad it’s not a TV show. I’d watch it.

“Howard Lovecraft and the Undersea Kingdom”

http://hplfilmfestival.com/hplfilmfestival-portland-or/films#3278 was a kind of simple animation film that was truly for lovecraft lovers. in it Cthulhu isn’t the destroyer of worlds, but a buddy and a helper who goes by Spot to a sweet little sunken eyed kid called Howard. it’s kind of a candy coated let’s take the horror out of horror films, like when vampires are made into good guys. it had it’s cute buddy picture parts, but went deep into exposition of lovecraft story instead of action. boring. did have great sort of scrubbing bubble tentacle guys who just spoke about spaghetti.

Well, this isn’t the Red Hook branch, but there are still fucking teenagers and brats with Tinkerbelle dolls watching iphones with the sound on. The world is over.

Really, little fucker, turn that off.

Apparently 60th and 16th street is a Jewish neighborhood. Most of the people on this block are women in dark shaggy banged-wigs wearing unfashionably long skirts with sensible shoes and nude hose, leading around children in matching outfits. Few of them seem to frequent the library. Instead the major section next to the periodicals on the first floor is an area the size of all the books at the Red Hook Branch of Chinese language books. This area has as many people in it browsing as the entire RH branch on a good day, which means this is a well used branch, and the library knows who uses it and what books the neighborhood wants.

On the other half of the L shaped room, past the librarians desk is a room with desks and student needs, the regular selection of SAT and AP books, a small wall of Manga and graphic novels, and a large wall of YA fiction. Next to that is a wide DVD library, including a bunch of Chinese language movies. I didn’t check them out.

WHAT I READ: AARP Magazine

Feature story on Michael Douglass, “Michael Douglass: On Love, Second Chances, and a Life Well-Lived,” from March of 2016. Not that great of an article, but due to a recent History/Cinematography piece I wrote about the history of the fictional portrayals of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, I have a new found interest in Kirk Douglass, who is about to turn 100, and is the father of Michael Douglass. Mikey as he’s called by his pals, (I know this not due to our long friendship, but from reading this article and a quote from “his good friend, the founder of Rolling Stone Magazine.”) acting has always been smarmy, we think, because of Fatal Attraction, War of the Roses, Wall Street, and even Romancing the Stone, and I refused to see The Wonder Boys for ages because I disliked him , but now that I’m older, I think he really plays a man how a man is: interested in himself and adventure and money and sport and women-as-sport, but women-as-love or women-as-human-equals-to-man only exists for someone to mother them with love and fresh laundry while of taking care of the rest of that adventuring.

WHAT I CHECKED OUT:

MOUREEN DOYLE MCQUERRY, Time out of Time

YA with what looks like a flying dog and a kid who looks like Harry Potter. (I wrote more about this but stupid MacBookAir deleted it, piece of shit that apple products are.)

Rachel Cohn, “Very LeFreak.”

Looks like YA pretending to be about college but is really a Go Ask Alice cautionary tale about catfishing online and not living a real life. Front cover has a Blake Lively beauty but with surf-freckles for extra Manic Pixie Dream girl

Nick Lake, There Will BE Lies.

“I am going to be hit by a car in about four hours, but I don’t know that yet.”

Yellow cover. 2013 graphics, but good, with some car lines and Monument Valley in the back ground.

Adi Alsaid, Never Always Sometimes.

“*this is a great one.—Kirkus Reviews.”

It’s set in Morro Bay were Dave and Melissa used to live in the most beautiful house ever. Then they moved to Portland, like everyone else. This is about two best friends, like a whole bunch of other teen novels.

Cassandra Clare, The Clockwork Angel. The Infernal Devices, book One

When I was a kid, I thought fraternal twins were “Infernal twins.”

I don’t know where I learned it, the word infernal or that there were fraternal twins. Everything I knew as I kid I got from a library book; we didn’t watch a lot of tv and other than Kleckner, I didn’t have a lot of kid friends. Don’t know why.

During a hung-over afternoon sometime in the last four years, I flipped channels into whatever movie they made out of part of this teen series. It was terrible, but I could tell somewhere there was a good story. I’ll probably never read this, but as long as I’m library book hoarding, I checked out this new first in a series.

Are there grownup books here? (which are not written in Chinese.) if so I can’t find them.

(When looking for a bathroom I heard there was an upstairs. Also,that it was closed.)

I stopped watching GIRLS during season 2. Season 1 had entertained me, but when I watched it again, the only thing that held up was Jemima Kirke. Season 2 features way to much Hannah, the least tolerable and least interesting of the characters; I couldn’t stand to watch her, and abandoned the show. Sarisky posted something about Adam Driver on Facebook, which made me think of how much I enjoyed him as Kylo Ren. It took Adam Driver to make Star Wars sexy, but he did it. Even Han Solo and Princess Leia’s scoundrel flirtation never had a lot of sexual tension, unlike the interaction between Rey and Kylo Ren.

So there I am in Kensington, dogsitting a puddle of pugs, and decided to try out GIRLS again, going back as far as their TV did: season 5. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but the beautiful one, Marni, is getting married to some psycho singer-songwriter type and all the girls are wearing horrible Nadia Tarr dresses at their worst. Too perfect. But Adam Driver? I know the show is about girls. But does Lena Dunham hate girls? Because a lot of what is best of this show goes to Adam Driver. I don’t think sexy things are sexy almost ever. I don’t think a single scene of Game of Thrones is sexy; I think the whole thing feels like vomitus rape scenes, except for Igret, “you know nothing Jon Snow” and Jon Snow, and it’s a load of bullshit, too. Why would he live if not to love her? Anyway Jemima Kirk always provided the only watchable moments of Girls. She doesn’t fail in season Five. And Adam Scott. Just the right amount of psycho and sexy and loving and good at talking. Are there those guys? I’ve known them. I have.

Oh and the fucking Michael Penn soundtrack? White girl dance music for days. can not stop listening to the spotify playlist. So great.

ranting aunting pedanting

sometimes people say i hate too many things, but for fuck's sake there is a shit ton of things to hate in the world.
i love just as much. fuck, maybe more.
bring it on, world.
do some fucking rad shit.
skip the mediocre, the banal, the obvious. be awesome.
IPAs. bars. books. costumes. clothes. bandanas. booze.
every moment of your day and even your whole damn life is the art that you make.